Chapter 205
Cedric Clarke told Stewart everything he knew.
Stewart didn’t say a word. He simply scooped Irwin into his arms and walked out.
Ten minutes later, a sleek Maybach glided through the gates of Lunar Heights Estate.
Carl parked the car, got out, and opened the door.
Stewart strode inside, Irwin asleep in his arms.
Rosita struggled to her feet from the couch, and Lauren hurried to steady her.
A weak cough rattled Rosita’s chest as she clutched her heart, tears glimmering in her eyes. “How’s Irwin? What did the doctor say?”
“Fever from indigestion,” Stewart replied, his face expressionless. He gave Lauren a cold glance, then carried Irwin straight upstairs without another word.
Both women stood frozen for a moment.
Stewart was clearly upset.
“Rosita, did you have an argument with Stewart?” Lauren whispered.
Rosita shook her head. “No. He seemed fine when he took Irwin to the doctor.”
“Then why did he come home like this…?”
Before Lauren could finish, footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Stewart was coming down.
Both women fell silent.
He walked into the living room, his dark gaze fixed on Lauren.
His stare made her breath hitch. Her grip on Rosita’s arm unconsciously tightened.
Stewart’s eyes narrowed, sharp and probing, as if he could see right through her.
Lauren’s heart fluttered nervously. She forced a smile and asked, “Stewart, is there something you want to say to me?”
“The doctor said Irwin’s fever was caused by indigestion. What exactly have you been feeding him these past few days?”
“Just regular meals,” Lauren replied, her eyes darting away. “Irwin’s my grandson, too. I would never just let him eat anything unhealthy.”
Stewart’s gaze bore into her, his tone cold. “Do you think I’m as gullible as Irwin? That I’ll believe whatever you tell me?”
Lauren’s heart skipped a beat. “I–I admit I gave Irwin some snacks, but I kept an eye on how
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much! How was I supposed to know his stomach was so sensitive he’d get sick from a couple treats?”
“Mom!” Rosita’s voice snapped, her brow furrowed. “Didn’t I warn you? Irwin’s health has been fragile since birth. It’s taken five years to get him this far–he can’t just eat whatever he wants! Why did you go behind my back and give him snacks?”
Lauren stared at her, stunned.
How was this her fault? Rosita had bought the snacks herself! Lauren had even asked if Irwin was allowed to have them, and Rosita had insisted it was fine.
Now, with the boy sick, Rosita was washing her hands of it and letting Lauren take the blame?
Lauren looked her daughter up and down.
This was her own flesh and blood, and for the first time, Rosita felt like a stranger.
“If this happens again, Irwin won’t be staying here anymore,” Stewart said, his tone icy. He turned to Rosita. “Irwin is my bottom line. Not even his own mother gets to let him down. Is that clear?”
Rosita’s heart skipped, but she still put on an air of innocence and nodded softly.
Stewart turned on his heel and left. The sound of his car faded into the distance.
Lauren couldn’t hold back any longer. She yanked her arm from Rosita’s grip. “Rosita, what was that supposed to mean just now?”
Rosita gave a startled cry and tumbled back onto the couch, clutching her chest as a violent cough wracked her body.
Lauren hadn’t expected her gentle push to knock Rosita over.
As she watched Rosita gasping for breath, panic flickered in Lauren’s eyes.
This was her golden ticket–she couldn’t afford for anything to happen to her!
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